A/N: The interesting thing is I starting writing this while I was sick (that's what I call a perfect muse...well kind of).
Here we go part 2!
"I have to admit Swan, I didn't expect you to be enjoying the meal I got for you this much."
"Ha-ha pirate," Emma deadpanned. She sipped the chicken noodle soup Killian picked up from Granny's for her, as well as a bunch of other things to help with her cold, "It's just helping my throat."
"Well that doesn't really explain the moan you let slip past your lips, love," Killian smirked, very amused at the noise Emma made.
Emma rolled her eyes, and set the tray with her soup and saltine crackers down, turning to give him her attention, "It wasn't a moan. I was clearing my throat. I'm sick."
"So you finally admit it, m'lady."
"Hard not to when you pass out face first at work," Emma mumbled, grabbing a tissue from her nightstand and quickly sneezing into it, then blowing her nose. She tried to sniff, but her nose was now stuffed. She still couldn't believe she didn't think she was sick before. But all she had was this aching feeling over her body and a headache. Now she was getting all the symptoms of a cold head-on.
Killian's eyes flicked with a slight anger, but mostly worry, remembering how Emma fell. How he felt - his blood and heart stilling at the sight of her as she collapsed. How he jumped through horrible scenario after scenario of what was wrong, before getting her to the hospital to find out the reason. The fear of losing her hit him in those brief moments before he learned she would pull through.
"Killian?" Emma called him, seeing him stiffen as he sat next to her on the bed. She noticed how silent he got, staring at nothing, clearly deep in thought.
Killian's head snapped up, remembering that he was with Emma.
Emma...
His beautiful, strong, Swan was alive (not entirely well, but he was working on getting her there). She would not leave him.
"Yes darling?"
"You okay?"
"Fine. But you should be worrying about yourself, love. You are the one who's sick."
Emma waved a hand dismissively in the air, "Please it's just a cold. I will be fine in a few days. Just need plenty of medicine, tissues, soup, tea, cough drops and unlimited access to movies to watch on Netflix. I'll be as good as new."
"Is that all?" Killian said jokingly at Emma's list of what she needed 'to thwart this cold'.
Emma smirked and Killian's breath caught slightly. Even sick, Emma was still beautiful to him, but he never doubted she would be. Her nose was reddened from blowing it so much. Her face a little pale, but better than when she was at the hospital. Her hair was messy, pulled up into a bun atop her head, but still strands of her golden locks fell around her face and neck. Her eyes were tired, slight circles underneath from the exhaustion she no doubt was having, but better after the nap she just had an hour earlier when she got home. She was wearing a pair of light blue colored pajamas. All in all, she was still breathtaking to him.
"Well," Emma leaned over, her breath blowing on Killian's cheek. It was teasing and he knew she knew that, "It wouldn't hurt to see you in an apron serving me food."
Killian turned his gaze, taking his good hand to cup Emma's cheek gently, "Hmm...and may I ask why?"
"Don't know. It is a little tempting to see my very own pirate wearing that pink floral apron in the kitchen."
Killian knew what apron she was speaking of. "Tempting," Killian drawled on the word, "Do I tempt you Swan?"
"Don't know, maybe?" She said, with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.
Killian smirked at Emma flirting with him, teasing him, the minx. He did not deny he enjoyed it every bit. Wanting to keep going, tried to lean in to kiss her, but Emma suddenly pushed him away, covering her mouth.
"Emma?" He asked worried, at her wide-eyed expression, "What's wrong?"
"I think I'm gonna-" Emma didn't get the words out before she vomited all over the bed, some getting on Killian.
Dealing with this cold might have just gotten a little harder.
"Emma? Emma, love, please come out," Killian spoke desperately as he knocked softly on the door of the bathroom.
To say she was mortified was an understatement. She vomited not only in front of Killian, but on him!
Killian didn't hold it against her at all, not even at all upset. He knew she was sick and that was bound to happen. His clothes and the sheets were messed up, but they could be cleaned.
"I threw up on you!" Emma said, slightly muffled, through the door. She was ashamed she didn't reach the bathroom quick enough or grab a trashcan.
"Yes, but better in then out I suppose," Killian tried to joke.
"Killian! I am not in the mood for your jokes! It's humiliating!" Emma said. She was clutching the sink, wetting her face and mouth with the running water.
"Emma," He started, careful to word this so he didn't upset her, "It was an accident. And what difference does it make you threw up?"
Killian already knew the answer, he was certain, but he didn't want to say it. He would let Emma tell him. He would let her make the first move and confide in him.
"Because...damn...I guess it's more personal?." Emma said, her statement coming out as more of a question, not sure if that was the right word. She and Killian began a relationship, but there was still some things she wasn't sure of. To let him fully see everything about her. And that included bodily stuff like this.
"Aye, that it is, but what we have is personal, isn't it?" He asked as gentle as he could, afraid those walls he had been trying to break down for so long would go up at a moments notice.
Emma thought of that. He was right. They were already close, intimate. Sure it was embarrassing, but Emma was sure this didn't make Killian feel differently about her, care for her any less, and she no doubt would not feel different for him if the roles were reversed.
Sighing and wiping away any more remnants of the puke, she came out of the bathroom.
"Emma," Killian breathed her name. It made Emma remember briefly the similar look he had after he found her in New York a year later to help stop the second curse.
"Killian I-" Emma was about to apologize, but her eyes flickered to what he was wearing and she lost it right there. She started laughing.
"I see this is amusing to you?" Killian asked, standing there, just letting her get her enjoyment over his attire.
"Oh my God." Emma was leaning on the wall, leaning forward, laughing out loud,"You wore it?!"
"You said it would be tempting to see me in this."
Emma had to admit it was more funny then tempting at the moment. Killian Jones, also known and feared as Captain Hook, a former 'villain', was wearing a bright pink, floral colored apron. It had embroidered on the front in darker pink script letters, "cooking with a touch of magic". Originally the apron belonged to Mary Margaret, but she left it here when her and David moved out. Obviously it was not Emma's type, so she left it alone, only remembering it to tease Killian with just now. She didn't think he would wear it. Oh how glad was she to be wrong this time.
"It is tempting," Emma snickered, still letting a fit of giggles slip out. She had to remember to get a picture of him in that apron.
They stared at each other, before Emma started laughing walked back to her room, Killian following, and sat on her bed, still laughing. She ignored the pain from her body laughing so hard. All the laughing made her start coughing slightly, but she could care less. Captain freaking Hook was in a pink apron.
"Enjoying yourself Swan?" He raised an eyebrow, knowing Emma was laughing at him, but he didn't mind. He hoped this would cheer her up, and it did. He was glad she was happy now, even at the expense of his dignity.
"Yes, very much," She giggled.
"Well it's safe to assume you probably don't want food right now. So how about I serve you some tea?"
"Thanks," She smiled, before turning toward the bed. She remembered she had to change the sheets, but saw there were already new ones on, "Killian?"
"Yes love?" He turned around, hearing Emma call him.
She turned to look at him, surprise etched on her face, "You changed the sheets?"
"Aye. Couldn't just leave it."
"But how?" Emma didn't want to say it like that, or point out he was missing a hand. But she was curious.
Killian wasn't bothered by it, he raised his good hand up, "A little more difficult one-handed, but not impossible."
Emma stared at him, taking the time to really look at his appearance. He was wearing different clothes too. The dark blue sweater (which brought out the blue in his eyes more) he had on earlier was replaced by a short sleeve gray shirt. His dark jeans and boots remained. Emma remembered briefly how he had started to wear clothing from this world more often, but once in a while donning the pirate attire she knows him best in. She was also scheming to see if she can get him in that apron again later, with his pirate gear on. At this thought, she started chuckling again.
"Alright there, lass?" Killian asked, confused by the chuckle Emma gave.
"Yeah fine. Thanks for cleaning up."
"Of course m'lady." He said, giving a mock bow.
Emma thought being sick wouldn't be too bad after all.
Emma was sipping on the tea Killian prepared for her while just finishing up watching Crazy, Stupid, Love on Netflix.
As the credits rolled, Emma was starting to get stir crazy. It's not like she could go around town, she didn't have the energy for that, and she doubt Killian would be thrilled. Probably following right behind her the whole time.
But she knew if she didn't do something else, she might lose it.
Emma sighed, setting the tea down, and laying down on the pillows.
"Are you alright, love?" Killian asked, he was sitting back, leaning on the headboard as he eyed her concerned. He was confused to why she was sighing?
"I'm bored." Emma said, she could hear how congested she sounded and how whiny her voice was, but she didn't care right now.
Killian's mind clicked at this. He knew Emma wasn't use to not doing something for too long, and it was getting to her, "Well, what would you like to do?"
Emma looked up at him, not missing that little hint of an innuendo in his voice, "Don't even think about sex pirate, I'm too sick right now."
"I never said that, lass."
"Didn't have too. You're something of an 'open book'." Emma mimicked that famous phrase of his that he used many times on her.
"Well do you want to watch another movie?"
Emma huffed, "Nah"
"Read a book?"
"No not really."
"Perhaps some kissing with your devilishly handsome pirate?"
"Nice try Jones, but I said no sex."
"Darling, It's kissing, but if it leads to that..." He trailed off, giving a teasing grin, that Emma couldn't help smiling at.
"How about a game instead?" Emma asked.
"What did you have in mind, love?"
Emma thought about that. They had some board games around here that Henry would often play with when he came over, "Uh, there are some in the closet downstairs on the top shelf, maybe scrabble?"
"Scrabble?" Killian heard Henry mention that game once, but wasn't sure how to play.
"Yeah, I'll show you how to play."
"I look forward to that." Killian smiled as he hurried off to go get the game.
"What's wrong Swan?"
"I can't believe you are winning!"
Emma couldn't believe Killian was already twenty points ahead of her in a game he never played before. The lucky pirate!
"Why is that hard to believe?"
"Because you never played before!"
"Well what can I say. I am a quick learner."
Emma let out a frustrated groan, which triggered a sneezing fit. After she was done and wiping her nose with another tissue, she focused back on the game, "We are gonna keep going. This lucky streak can't last long."
After another few minutes, Emma got even more frustrated.
"That is not a word Killian!"
"Sure it is. I've used it before!"
"Well, I've never heard of it, what does 'squiffy' mean?"
"It's what you give to those mates, you know, get a bit tipsy from drinking," Killian tried to explain to the golden haired woman in front of him.
"Where's the dictionary? That can't be a real word." Emma said, frantically turning the pages, her eyes landing on the word when she found it, "What the hell?"
"Told you," Killian said, smiling cheekily as Emma's expression proved he was right.
Emma tossed the dictionary aside, "Damn pirate lingo."
After they had finally finished the game, Emma added the points up.
"And more numbers mean a person has won?" Killian asked, looking as she wrote down, adding up their points.
"Yes," Emma muttered.
"Well it looks like I bested you in this game m'dear."
Emma looked up, very much annoyed, "You only won because half those pirate words you were using were in that dictionary."
"Oh being sore about losing Swan?"
"Oh go get squiffy pirate!" Emma said annoyed, before she got up and went out to the bathroom, ignoring Killian laughing from her room.
She had to admit, even though that pirate was a lucky bastard, he was really making Emma feel better.
Alright, there is one more part after this.
Also side note, that apron might have a bigger role some other time *snickers*
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